Tuesday, 26 June 2007

It is very very hot today. Thank goodness for shade and fresh farmer's market cherries....

And I had my first Etsy order yesterday! Off it went this morning, along with a little something extra as a thank-you for being first :-)

The green tablecloth is a recent thrift find, one that shows so much care....

There is a long list of home projects that I want to finish that got sidetracked by my craft-fair-fun. Also, I think it would be wise to accumulate some more inventory (or am I making excuses to go get more fabric? ha!) so I don't have to rush when I get into a fair, and also so I can be prepared to submit for juried fairs, something I haven't done yet. Just finding my rhythm, I guess.....so no more craft fairs for a while, I think.....

My favourite conversation of the day, between Safiya and Mr. S.:

"you have some chocolate icecream too, Babo!""no thanks, honey, I'll have some later.""but Babo, you like chocolate.""yes....""and you like icecream.""yes....""then you would like to have chocolate icecream!"

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*and hence, the name

'Now, I'll try you again. Suppose you were going to carpet a room. Would you use a carpet having a representation of flowers upon it?'

There being a general conviction by this time that 'No, sir!' was always the right answer to this gentleman, the chorus of No was very strong. Only a few feeble stragglers said Yes; among them Sissy Jupe.

'Girl number twenty,' said the gentleman, smiling in the calm strength of knowledge.

Sissy blushed, and stood up.

'So you would carpet your room -- or your husband's room, if you were a grown woman, and had a husband -- with representations of flowers, would you,' said the gentleman. 'Why would you?'

'If you please, sir, I am very fond of flowers,' returned the girl.

'And is that why you would put tables and chairs upon them, and have people walking over them with heavy boots?'

'It wouldn't hurt them, sir. They wouldn't crush and wither if you please, sir. They would be the pictures of what was very pretty and pleasant, and I would fancy --'

'Ay, ay, ay! But you mustn't fancy,' cried the gentleman, quite elated by coming so happily to his point. 'That's it! You are never to fancy.'